So today, as I was coming down the stairs of a well-known department store, I bumped into a woman whom I’ve not seen since the salad days of school. To say I was shocked is a bit of an understatement. For it wasn’t just seeing a friend from school, it was all the emotions that came with it.
This girl was the first girl I ever properly kissed. We went to infant, junior and secondary schools together and I remember getting caught by Mrs Poulton because we both made excuses to leave the classroom and then got caught in the cloakroom making out. We were NINE! I can’t remember if we dated for any considerable length of time (relationships move fast in junior school), but the sight of seeing her again brought back so many memories, not least the one I’ve just described. We both have taken very different journeys since those heady days. She is now finishing her training in the medical profession and I, well, we all know I spend my days trying to look busy in an office that works with sailors – ahoy there! And from my point of view, those whom I enjoy a decent snog with have changed considerably, too!
